@Tat: Fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR SLEIGH WITH THE IPAD IN FRONT!

The Horton Flats Weekly Republican calls the North Country Players production of Puck of Pook’s Hill a wonder to eyes, ears, nose, and throat. It was noted with special interest the amazing talents of Laurence Glouvercoure as Sir Richard, Stanley Cowtoughrd as Parnesius, and Claude Farnsbuton as the Buddha.

Tag-Wiz, heyâ€”I know your most noble self is continually inundated with requests, exhortations, snivelling pleas, bribes, even veiled threats, for certain tags to cross the threshold from thought to meme; this is not one of them, but, really, if ever there was an argument for a “weird delts” tag (to parallel the “weird pecs”), that kneeling guy on the iPad boat is it!

Look, someone must be a bleeding genius. This can’t just be random. It occurs far too frequently. It must be intelligent design. Once again, there is nothing about this cover which would ever lead me to pick it up, let alone buy it. Nothing. Absolute vacuum of interest.

@fred: It’s a connect-the-dots puzzle. If you connect the stars in the proper order with a thick chartreuse line, it reads, ‘Slip out of that cumbersome armour and into something comfortable!’ Don’t believe me? The proof is right there.

Wow, is there anything missing from this cover? Let’s see, we have a sled with a sidecar, driven by Happy, the Lo-Fat Buddha (who looks to be quite involved with a round of Angry Birds), and its traveling through SPACE. Then we have the standard, with its flag flapping in what should be a non-existant wind, being held in such a manner that one immediately thinks “poleboat” (so maybe Happy isn’t driving the sled). Then, there’s Lurch, vacationing from the Addams Family, who seems to have encouraged Lucy Liu (whose hand does indeed appear to have morphed into a fish) and Jamie Lee Curtis (with her hair dyed blonde) to join him for some “fun” in the sidecar. Then we have the none-too-descriptive title to make you go “huh?” Yet somehow all of this busy-ness totally fails to keep your eyes from going directly to “I AM SPARTA”s itty-bitty, little-tiny, awfully disturbing, very blue, “protective gear”.

I am in that tiny-thong-sized group that adores both Sir Walter Scott and Rollerball, and yet this cover does nothing for me. Now if it had Ivanhoe battling James Caan, or John Houseman dressed like a Templar, my interest might be peaked.

They all look like they’re on their way to an orgy, the way they’re all (not) dressed. And with that in mind, why did Mr. Gray think that drawing THAT as a cover would make anyone want to buy this book?